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eBook Category: Romance
eBook Description: Margaret embarks on a Polynesian vacation with her husband in an attempt to save their marriage. The plane crashes, leaving Margaret marooned with David, a popular actor. The challenges of survival pull them together. Her dormant sensuality reawakened, she fights her intense desire for him. Is the attraction he claims to have for her real? Or only the effects of their beautiful island home? Once rescued, they resume their former lives, attempting to put their shared experience behind them. They soon realize their passion can't be denied.

eBook Publisher: The Wild Rose Press/Last Rose Of Summer, Published: 2007
Fictionwise Release Date: July 2007

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Words: 63162
Reading time: 180-252 min.
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Feeling a bit calmer, he arranged the fish on the coals. He glanced toward the end of the rocky outcrop to check if his partner was ready to return with another victorious catch.

Something caught his eye. He straightened and squinted across the distance to the end of the spit. Yes, there was definitely something else in the water. A dark speck intermittently popped up between the undulating waves. At first he thought it was Margaret surfacing and dipping down again.

His fingers splayed and he dropped the fish in the sand. Horror filled his heart and lungs and he shouted hoarsely, "Maaaargaret!"

"God, no, no, no..." He snatched the other makeshift spear that poked out of the ground beside the campfire and raced to the end of the spit, scrambling and almost tripping over the pitted boulders. She was about thirty feet offshore, face down, scanning for fish. She didn't see the triangular dorsal fin cutting through the surface another thirty feet away from her, zigzagging, searching for the source of the irresistible scent of blood.

He shouted, "Maggie!!" as loud as he could, and her head poked out of the water, turning toward the sound of his voice.

He screamed, his voice breaking with the effort, "Shark!!" He frantically pointed behind her and waved her in, swinging his arms in wide arcs. She swung to look over her shoulder, and then turned to kick furiously toward him, abandoning her spear.

The triangle ceased to zigzag and sliced straight through the water toward the splashing. She was still about ten feet from his stretched hand when the shark struck.